When Kessler stopped moving, the rhythm we’d been grinding in began to fall out of sync, and that dissonance only heightened the stimulation.
“You couldn’t even hold back on the day of the trip.”
His fingers gently brushed against my palms as he laced them with mine, teasingly light, leaving me aching. He’d rubbed me up all over and now suddenly switched to spectator mode? Even though we’d had sex more times than I could count, saying what I wanted during moments like this always made me feel as shy as if it were the first time.
“……”
I focused all my attention on guiding his cock inside me, stifling my moans. But his cock kept slipping between my ass cheeks instead of going in, rubbing against the wrong spot. With both of my hands pinned by Kessler, adjusting my position on my own was no easy task. I tried to pull free out of growing impatience, but he just gripped tighter, tangling our fingers together even more.
The situation just wasn’t cooperating, and all I could do was shake my hips wildly out of frustration. Kessler could thrust in effortlessly whenever he wanted—why the hell was it so hard for me?
I looked up at him, my face flushed and burning hot.
This bastard… He’s doing it on purpose. He’s toying with me…
“What, something not working out?”
“Put it in.”
“Put what, where?”
Kessler lifted his upper body with that question, which shifted my hips slightly back, making his cock slip away from where I needed it.
Pressing his lips firmly against my shoulder, he asked again.
“I’m really asking because I don’t know. What exactly needs to go where?”
“Don’t bullshit me…”
That fake, clueless tilt of his head was infuriating.
“You have to be specific, or how will I understand?”
“…Put your reproductive organ into mine.”
I chose the most clinical words I could think of and said it in a firm, dignified tone. Kessler burst out laughing.
“You’re so cute it hurts. Come here.”
He pulled my ass flush against him. My body, which had been lazily resting on his thighs, slid easily thanks to the slick lubrication already coating us.
“Alright, I’ll grant your wish and put it in.”
“I didn’t call it a wish… mmph…”
His thick, hot cock, which had been pressing against me threateningly, suddenly drove deep inside. I gripped his shoulders tight and held my breath against the overwhelming pressure, only for him to lean in and blow a teasing puff of air onto my lips. Then he tugged on my upper lip with his teeth.
“Little fox who loves cock.”
My body shuddered involuntarily, completely filled inside. For whatever reason, Kessler always stared at my face during moments like this, fascinated. And just when I managed to regain some composure, trying to school my expression, he’d notice immediately and start thrusting harder—until I couldn’t help but let it twist with pleasure.
“Your face looks so lewd.”
“You’re such a pervert…”
And this bastard absolutely loved that moment.
Even as we moved gently in wave-like motions, we kept watching each other. Then, just as Kessler reached for my hand and guided it around his neck to pull me in for a proper piston rhythm, I wrapped my arms around him and asked,
“…Can I try moving a little?”
Kessler placed his hands on my hips and ass, gently kneading them, while his mouth began suckling at my neck. Focusing on the movement, I bit down on his ear the same way he always did to me. It was something he never failed to do whenever we had sex—and now I understood why. That sensation of controlling something so electrifying and unbearable…
“Mmm…”
The room was soon filled with languid moans, sticky with saliva and heat.
“Why are you so eager today? Both your lips—upstairs and downstairs—are clenching down on me like they’re in love.”
As good as it was to see Kessler enjoying himself, rotating my hips wasn’t exactly easy. I paused, out of breath from all the grinding, and Kessler, ever observant, shifted our positions—laying me down on the bed and gently tapping my ass.
“You did good. I’ll take over now.”
Then he lifted both my legs, spat into his hand, and smeared it under my balls, right on display. This… was one of his routines. He braced himself on either side of my face like pillars, and I grabbed onto them for support. In the next second, his thick shaft plunged in all the way, fast and deep.
“Ugh…”
“Feels good?”
“Yeah…”
“Now who’s the pervert?”
It felt like my whole body was falling apart. My toes curled uncontrollably as they dangled limply from his shoulders. When my knees bent, Kessler forced them straight and began biting gently down my calves.
“Nngh…”
“I’m going easy. Real easy.”
He coaxed me in the gentlest tone imaginable, but his cock was ruthless as it slammed into me.
“Wait, ah—ngh!”
Kessler gripped my ankles, relentlessly pounding into me. My stomach clenched reflexively from the sudden, overwhelming rush of pressure, making my inner walls contract. That drew a low, guttural sound from him.
In the next moment, he pulled his cock out from deep inside me. Then, gripping it firmly, he came all over my own cock. Sticky semen—his, mine, or both—oozed down my shaft in thick strands.
“You did great, baby. Let me clean you up.”
I felt completely drained. Kessler, face flushed red, smiled brightly and kissed my limp cheek. He stared down at the mess coating my cock, clearly pleased. Dabbing at the fluid that had begun to drip all the way down to my balls, he toyed with it using his fingers before finally wiping me clean with surprising care.
“Ugh… I’m exhausted.”
“Exhausted?”
“Yeah… but it was good.”
“Me too, me too. You sweated a lot, you know.”
He slipped a finger back inside me, scooping out the cum he’d left behind. Then, pretending to clean me up, he casually brought his nose close to every fold and crease of my body. When he leaned in to lick my armpit, I jolted and stopped him.
“That’s embarrassing…”
“Okay, okay, I’ll just clean up.”
I lay there, relaxed, letting Kessler’s hands move over me as I stared at my stomach rising and falling with each breath. The more I thought about it, the weirder it seemed. Kessler had moved way more than I had, and we both came, yet somehow I was the one completely wiped out. Was this just natural talent?
“Here, give it to me. I’ll clean you up too.”
Still, I recovered quickly and helped clean him up. While I wiped his body, he stroked my hair the whole time, like he was praising me.
“Let’s sleep now. We’ve only got a few hours before we leave.”
“Mm-hmm.”
With his big body, Kessler folded himself into my arms. Then he started toying with my nipples, rubbing his cheek against me.
“Are you asleep?”
“……”
When I didn’t respond, he sneakily lifted one of my legs to try a scissor hold. I had no choice but to turn my back to him.
“Can’t I just slip my cock in and leave it there?”
“…Go to sleep.”
Seriously, a one-year age gap—what even is that? Was I this energetic at his age? I don’t think so. Why is he like this?
His hand, wrapped around my lower belly, gently tapped me as if coaxing me back into action. But no. Now that the act was over, the soreness was just beginning to set in. And there were definitely hickeys all over my body by now. My skin bruised easily—they’d take forever to fade.
…I mean, it’s not like “airport fashion” will be a hot topic or anything, right? I should just wrap myself up in a scarf. But in this weather? A scarf?
His lips bit gently at my earlobe, and his palm ground lazily under my balls.
“Just gonna keep it in, real gentle.”
“Liar—ugh…”
So much for winding down. Kessler was already pressing his now-hard-again cock against my ass, rubbing insistently.
“Haaah…”
The sticky heat started all over again.
***
The once-black sky had turned navy. In the early dawn, with not even a minute of sleep, Kessler and I were on our way to the airport.
Unlike me—constantly shifting in my seat with heavy dark circles—Kessler looked positively radiant, humming a tune.
“So what, you gave me your yang energy and now you’re healthier or something?”
I really thought he was going to fuck me until the world ended.
I grumbled as I turned to glance behind us—where a grinning baby fox was printed on an Arctic Fox suitcase. A character merch item from ‘Kinder Games.’
“Hey, don’t you think I should get a cut of the profits from the Arctic Fox merch? I contributed quite a bit, you know.”
It wasn’t a serious request. More like petty payback for the way he’d worn me out.
“I’m a major shareholder at Kinder Games. And we’re getting married.”
“That’s true…”
“It’s all yours.”
…Well. That shut me up. I only brought it up to pick a fight, and he went and answered sincerely. Honestly, I was the one slacking off on physical conditioning because of gaming all the time. It’s not Kessler’s fault he’s in his prime.
“Wanna sleep a bit? I’ll wake you when we get there.”
“Aren’t you tired? You also—actually, never mind. I’ll probably be knocked out on the plane anyway.”
He reached behind him and, somehow, produced a ‘Baby Fox Neck Pillow’ and nestled it around my neck.
“We’re almost there.”
“Already?”
“I’m so excited I could die.”
With sparkling eyes, Kessler navigated the airport while I rubbed sleep from mine, barely managing the check-in.
“All set. Have a wonderful trip! And… I really enjoyed yesterday’s fox video.”
“Oh—thank you.”
Suddenly aware of our surroundings, I snapped back to attention as more people began recognizing us.
We headed into the private lounge, had a hearty meal, and browsed the amenities, chatting about where to go next time, what to try next. Before long, it was time to board.
I plopped down in my seat.
“What did you even pack in there?”
His carry-on Arctic Fox bag was bulging, so he’d been wondering. When Kessler unzipped it, what came out were an ‘Arctic Fox Baby Blanket’ and an ‘Arctic Fox Travel Toiletry Set.’
“Here, cover yourself.”
The Arctic Fox carry-on was noticeably plump. Curious, I peeked inside… only for Kessler to pull out a ‘Baby Fox Blanket’ and a ‘Travel Baby Fox Toiletry Kit.’
“Wanna wear this too?”
“Yeah. But if I wear it, what about you, Juwon?”
“I brought mine too.”
Lastly, the ‘Baby Fox Neck Pillow.’ The flight attendants passed by, giggling as they glanced over my fully-decked-out baby fox ensemble. Honestly, this was kinda embarrassing…
I turned to look out the window, flustered. Seeing the rounded edge of the airplane window made it finally feel real.
“So this is what you meant by being excited. I get it now. It’s kind of overwhelming. I don’t even remember the last time I went on a trip—”
Just as I was rambling from the rush of emotions, I felt a weight settle on my shoulder, and soft hair brush my cheek.
After bouncing around with excitement, Kessler had fallen asleep just like that.
“See? It’s always like this. You always slept more than me.”
Like a kid who wore himself out on the way home after a fun day. I spread the double-layered Baby Fox blanket wide and tucked Kessler under it too.
“…It’s warm.”
“Comfy, huh?”
“Mm-hmm. Your arms.”
He snuggled closer under the blanket, rubbing his cheek against me.
As the announcement played, reminding us to fasten our seat belts, I yawned. Resting my cheek on top of Kessler’s head, I finally closed my eyes.
It was the start of a wonderful trip.
